A Shoulder to Cry On

Chapter Three

"Dad no! Please don't! Please!"

"You deserve this you ungrateful little peace of crap!" I screamed when he hit me right above the eye and again and again... I couldn't get away.  Everywhere I turned he was there ready to swing.

Somehow I slipped away for just a second I ran to the door.  Locked. I tried to unlock the door, frantically twisting the handle. Finally, I opened the door just a crack, but as i went to open it everything went black....

"Sweetie wake up" a soft gentle voice whispered. No it cant be but it has to be that voice i have herd it before but were?.......no!.......

"Mom?" I asked opening my eyes. "Mom!!" I jumped up and gave her a huge hug. She is beautiful; she is everything I had ever imagined her to be.   Wow no wonder my father fell so deeply in love with her.  I now knew i looked just like her.  "Oh Amy you're so beautiful! Oh you're so grown up! I almost feel like I'm looking in the mirror of when I was seventeen!" Her voice just as soothing when I was three.

"Oh mama," I gave her a huge hug. I missed her so much.  "I finally get to see you," I said starting to cry.

"Yes I know, but it wont be for long.  Your time is not over down on earth just yet." She looked me in the eye.

"Mom" oh how i loved saying that, especially to her. "Where are we?" I asked looking around the white nothingness

"We are in a place that you wont be back to for a long, long time." She smiled.

"Youu mean I'm.." she nodded her head. "But..." I stuttered.

"It's best not to ask questions," she told me. She had this glow about her, this radiation of healing, happiness, joy, and peace. "You have to go Amy but I'll see you again one day and when that day comes we will be together for eternity," she smiled, "but until that day you must know when you wake upl, after you leave, you have to do something for me," she said in a soft yet stern voice.

"What; anything!  For you,  I'll do anything," I pleaded.

"You mustn't blame God for any of this baby girl, He has only let these things happen to make you stronger." She paused and looked at me, " God has made all of it happen not just  for your own good but other peoples' good too"  I looked at her confused.

"But how Mom? How is it going to help me or other people?" 

"You will understand when you get older, but right now it's time for you to go." She disappeared and so did the light, that was being replaces by my living room lights.

"MOM NO DON'T GO DON'T LEAVE ME!!" I cried.

"I will always be with you.  I always have been," her voice softly echoed throughout my whole body.

I opened my eyes only to see my father standing over me with what looked like a baseball bat. The door opened. Oh no, no,no,no! My father turned around, Brett saw the fear in my eyes and the heard the panic in my voice.

"RUN BRETT RUN!!! I screamed as I started to cry. My father started walking towards him, Brett held his stance standing tall and powerful. My father raised the baseball bat above his head but right as he did that there was the sound of gunshots in the air. My dad had been shot in the lower leg and his right arm. Police rushed in and put my father in handcuffs. Brett rushed over to me as I started to pass out.

"Everything is going to be okay" he said in a soft reassuring whisper.

Everything went dark again.